Finish Line Fire

(uh,

yeah)

"Listen up, Tyler.

We gotta talk about this." (haha)

Yo, Tyler Nobbs, let me set the record straight,

You run the track,

but I’m still setting the pace,

You’ve got the jump shot,

yeah, you can shoot,

But when I step on the court,

I’m putting you on mute.

You sprint down the track like you’re chasing the crown,

But I’m lapping you twice before you turn around,

You call yourself fast?

Man, that’s pretty cute,

I’m crossing the finish while you’re still in pursuit.

You can drain a three,

congratulations, king, But I’m dropping punchlines like the net when it swings,

You’ve got speed in your legs and a ball in your hand,

But when it comes to these bars,

you just don’t understand.

Tyler Nobbs, yeah, you’re fast on your feet,

But on the track and the court,

you still face defeat,

You can run all day,

you can shoot all night,

But when I step up,

you’re losing the fight.

You’re chasing the finish,

I’m chasing the fame,

You’re working on your pace,

I’m changing the game,

Keep running those laps,

keep shooting that ball,

’Cause I’m taking the spotlight while you’re watching it all.

You’ve got your Garmin tracking every mile,

Checking your pace like it’s gonna make you smile,

Seven hundred metres? Yeah,

you think you’re elite,

But I’m dropping these bars with a much faster beat.

You hit the crossover,

try to make me fall,

I’ll hit you with a verse that goes straight through the wall,

You’re fighting for points,

I’m fighting for the crown,

You’re looking at the scoreboard while I’m shutting it down.

You’ve got the endurance,

I’ll give you that,

But your bars need more work than your basketball stats,

You train every day,

putting miles on your shoes,

Still somehow every time,

you’re catching these blues.

Tyler Nobbs, yeah, you’re fast on your feet,

But on the track and the court,

you still face defeat,

You can run all day,

you can shoot all night,

But when I step up,

you’re losing the fight.

You’re chasing the finish,

I’m chasing the fame,

You’re working on your pace,

I’m changing the game,

Keep running those laps,

keep shooting that ball,

’Cause I’m taking the spotlight while you’re watching it all.

So lace up your runners,

grab your basketball, You can train all you want,

but I’m still standing tall,

Track, court, whatever — bring it my way,

You might win the race,

but I’m winning the day.